i'm not going to lie. i had high hopes for getting a bit of snogging in this trip because we brought my hot eighteen-year-old neighbor...only it hasn't happened. grr. i've known her for ten years and we're really close, close enough i wouldn't screw anything up only it turns out she doesn't really think she's bi and has to keep mentioning she wouldn't go farther than 'playing around' with a girl and even that's not happening. ::sigh::. i guess i'm just a bit snog-deprived.

i always forget how much i love this town. i've been coming here since before i could walk. these are the trails i learned to ski on. i know everyone in town and everything is walking distance from the condo. i always complain about being dragged up here, but then i get here and never want to leave. there's music on the stereo and food in the fridge and snow drifted up against the windows and i know if i put on shoes and walk for five minutes i get to the village, home of the general store (which is called just that) and the headwaters cafe and an awesome store and i know the owners of all pof these places. i guess i just like being a local in a tourist town, one of the constant faces among all those that pass through.

i'm thinking about maybe getting a job up here this summer. last summer when jodie taught me how to repair bikes he said if i had some free time i might be able to work in the shop and i'd love to do that. i don't knwo how it would go over with my parents, especially since they next portland, but this town is about a million times safer than portland. readin the police blotter every month is hilarious up here. one month, for example, the most exciting thing that happened was someone calling 911 to see what time the laundromat opens. eh well i can always hope, even if i'm hoping in vain.